I am chagrind to report that my state is number one in the country for per capita Covid cases. I remember how important it was in high school and college for our teams and ensembles to be “number one.” I don’t want to be number one any more.
I want to be last right now. Didn’t someone a long time ago say that “the first will be last and the last will be first?”
What are you the best at? What are you the worst at?
Our tortie cat loves anything related to eggs or chicken. She was a hobby farm kitten before we got her, and we suspect she was exposed to eggs and poultry. Any time she hears eggs being cracked in the kitchen or finds out that we are preparing a chicken dish, she is a constant pest. She steals eggshells out of the sink and bats them all over the house. She fishes eggs out of bowls on the counter and rolls them on the floor.. Her favorite prank is to steal chunks of chicken off our plates or serving dishes. She rolls around provocatively on the counter in front of us whenever we have chicken out, in what we imagine to be an attempt to charm us into giving her some. We call it her chicken dance. Stealing chicken and being charming are her current reasons for existence.
Other of our animals have had definite life goals. Our terriers lived to have fun and investigate anything new. Our current grey cat lives to chase paper balls. I think my raison d’etre is still tied up in my work, but I am beginning to think about other things to live for.
What have your pets lived for? What is your raison d’etre? How has it changed over the years?
Husband owns and wears what I consider to be a large number of caps. He usually stores them in a plastic tub in the entry way. He displayed them on the dining room table for me so I could take the photo.
The ones in the back row have team, club, or university affiliations. The middle ones are work caps, since they are older and soiled around the sweat bands. The ones in the front row are his special collection of blue caps. He said he started wearing caps after he got a Pioneer Seed Corn hat from my father when we were in graduate school.
Every time he leaves the house, he has to have just the right cap. It has to coordinate with what shirt he is wearing and what activity he is going to engage in. He rarely leaves the house without one.
I don’t understand the purpose of these caps. I think they would be hot to wear in the summer and insufficiently warm in the winter. He is about to take the cap tub into the basement for the winter and get up his stocking caps. (Oh, he also has a blue wool one with ear flaps that he sometimes wears in the winter.)
They are oddly important to him. He says wearing a cap helps him pass in the world of men who work outdoors. He also likes them as they protect him from the wind. I don’t think he needs to justify wearing a cap. I just would be irritated with something like that on my head all the time.
What fashion trend would you like to see return? What fashion trend did or do you abhor?
The trials our elementary and secondary teachers are having are also evident in the professional continuing education arena. How do you teach remotely?
I must have 40 hours of continuing education of sufficient quality and relevance every two years to maintain my psychologist licensure. At least 3 hours must be in the areas of ethics or jurisprudence. 20 hours must be from live presentations. These hours can be in person, or in live presentations on the computer in which you can communicate with the presenters. The other 20 hours can be through giving presentations, writing chapters in books, reading books and taking tests on the material, or participating in non-interactive online training. All continuing education for this reporting period must be obtained by October 31.
This is my year to report my 40 hours. On October 1, I had a total of 20.5 hours. They were all live and in the area of jurisprudence. It wouldn’t look too good for the president of the psychologist licensing board to be short continuing education hours, so I had to hustle to find more training. I found 6 hours of online workshops through the American Psychological Association that I completed last week. I was also very happy to find a three day workshop which started yesterday, live and online and at no cost, for 10.5 hours concerning trauma focused therapy for youth with developmental and intellectual disabilities. The training was sponsored by a facility in Fargo. It was paid for by a Federal grant. The trainers were absolutely wonderful, all PhD’s and LCSW’s from places like John’s Hopkins. We had handouts we got ahead of time, and I curled up on the sofa and petted the cats while I learned from my work laptop. There were 50 participants from across ND, and we could all see each other and communicate via a chat function on the screen or via microphone. It was also nice that husband listened along and will participate with me in live advanced training on this topic in Fargo in December. He already had enough hours.
The technology challenges were huge, but the workshop went off as planned. It was so nice to have good teachers. While I would rather go somewhere and get live training, this was wonderful. I am excited for today and tomorrow. On Friday and Saturday, I will gain yet another 7 hours of continuing education in jurisprudence in an interactive workshop for psychology licensing board members. Dull, but I will have enough training hours.
What kind of a learner are you? Who was your best teacher? Who was your worst teacher?
Last week, the secretary at my office whose husband’s company did our cement work took the cheque I wrote for the job to our bank to cash it. The bank refused to honor the cheque. They said that we never wrote cheques of that size, and that it didn’t look like my signature. They apparently compared it to other cheques I had written. They tried to phone me, but I was busy with clients. I never noticed the calls. Husband had to go to the bank and confirm that the cheque was legitimate.
I don’t know how to feel about this. If the secretary in question didn’t look really Hispanic, I probably wouldn’t be upset about this. Ruby said that the teller was condescending and rude. I appreciate that the bank is looking our for my interests, but really! Ruby’s husband, an immigrant from Mexico, came up with excuses for the bank, but I still am upset.
How do you manage your anger?
We had church choir rehearsal yesterday for the first time since March. Our county is a Covid hot spot, and the idea of rehearsal made me somewhat nervous. Choir rehearsals have been superspreader events across the country.
I really had little to worry about, as there were only six singers, plus the director and the accompanist. We sat in the pews instead of the choir loft, two singers to a pew, socially distanced, with two pews in between each twosome. The church bought these plastic dealies that go under our masks and prevents the masks from being sucked back against the lips when you inhale. We all wore masks. We were all glad to sing. We expect more to join us in the coming weeks, but I think we can distance and sing and perform. We really have to listen carefully since we can’t sit right next to each other, and the tenors aren’t right behind us and the sopranos aren’t right in front of us. It is a musicianship challenge.
I have always considered myself a risk take, but this was a little scary until we got started and I saw how things would go.
What kind of a risk taker are you? Has Covid changed your risk tolerance?
I took October 5-9 off for a staycation at home. I was getting too burned out to do a good job for my clients and colleagues. I admit, however, that I took my work laptop and and a testing file home in the event I had some extra time to finish an evaluation report, and so I could check my work emails.
I am proud to say that the evaluation report is unfinished. I checked my emails a couple of times, but not obsessively, and I didn’t reply to any of them. It was hard to be a “participant-observer” watching what people were doing but not responding.
This week was spent resting, cooking, and cleaning. I didn’t realize how tired I was, and I napped a lot. I could probably use another week off, but I need to get back.
What was your best vacation ever? How hard has it been for you to leave work at work?
Husband and I have a pretty equitable division of labor when it comes to housekeeping. He decided yesterday was the day for him to clean his bathroom. He organized all the shelves, tossed out unnecessary stuff, and then gathered all the cleaning supplies he thought he would need. You can see them on the counter below.
It is a small area, but it took him all morning. Lots of rags were used in the cleanup. Different cleaning products were used to clean different parts of the room. He had what our family calls a Dutch fit, an episode in which you go over and above regular cleaning. He still needs to wash the floor. That will happen today.
I am grateful he cleans his own bathroom. Housework has mysteriously gone by the wayside since the virus and the increasing election nonsense. There have been few Dutch fits. I think we have been too exhausted to put energy into much cleaning. I am hopeful our house will shine and gleam after the election and the virus subsides.
What are your favorite cleaning products? What are your least favorite cleaning projects?
I was tickled to see the New York Times article last week about the benefits of baboon friendships. Researchers have studied the friendship patterns of baboons in Kenya since 1971. They noticed early on that female baboons with lots of gal pals lived longer than those with fewer friends. Male baboons have been harder to follow and study, but the evidence is now in that male baboons’ life spans are longer the more platonic female friendships they have. Female baboons groom both their male and female buddies, thus decreasing parasites and strengthening bonds that reduce conflict. The same lifespan and platonic friendship associations are noted in many social species from horses to dolphins to humans. Let’s give thanks for our friends!
Who have been your best male and female friends?
I ordered some new pajamas on September 22, and, because there is really very little else to do here and because I have no life outside of work, I took great amusement following their progress from Maine to North Dakota via FedEx.
It took more than two weeks for them to arrive. They left the warehouse in Maine on 09/25 and arrived in Massachusetts that same day. Five days later they were in Connecticut. As I recall, it isn’t very far from Massachusetts to Connecticut. I hope they had fun in the interim.
By 10/1 they were in Clyde, Ohio and then Chicago. By 10/2 they were in Fargo. I live 300 miles from Fargo, and for some reason they left immediately for Billings, Montana, which is 600 miles to the west of Fargo. They left Billings on 10/3 and travelled 300 miles back east, arriving in my town at 9:00 pm according to the package tracker. They appear to have meandered around town for twelve hours. I imagine them at the Spur Bar, having a couple of beers before climbing wearily back into their box. They were checked in at the FedEx warehouse in Dickinson at 9:00am on 10/4, and were delivered on the morning of 10/5.
I wish I could get the story behind all the delays and the visit to Billings and what they did in town for twelve hours between Saturday night and Sunday morning. They are really nice pajamas, but I wish it didn’t take so long to get things out here.
What stories, book series, authors, famous people, movie series, trends, or comic strips do you follow?